At his place we had an open access to the sea. Before we reached the sea, however, we had to pass a long stretch of white, incredibly hot sand. Close to the sea, where the sea water cooled down the hot sand, I prepared a towel for Gina. But instead of lying there peacefully, she chewed on her sandy paws as if she was about to eat them up. This was the second time, I took her to a sand beach. We enjoyed the fresh sea water but during early afternoon we had to leave because we were so hungry.
oil on canvas, painted on a canvaswrapped woodden frame